I have not met anyone yet who has told me that they were charmed by Semarang -- so I had few expectations for this city, which is Indonesia's third largest.
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR CYNICISM BEHIND
Basically, you should leave your cynicism and jaded attitudes at the airport, train station or port -- or whichever venue you are entering this city from.
LIFE IN THE KAMPUNGS
I especially liked the old town and the many old kampungs, which I am sure must have looked so beautiful before.
Kampungs are neighborhoods, with a local association that governs and tells people how to live and get along well together.
In Semarang, I passed so many crumbling but still beautiful kampungs.
I could see that the houses in these kampungs must have been truly lovely from the architectural details and the intricate work.
A DELICIOUS LUNCH
For lunch, I decided to stop being adventurous, for once.
So far, while I was in Indonesia, I usually just left the lunch choice to our guide, with a request to be taken to the best local restaurant instead of a usual tourist joint.
We had been lucky so far, and the food everywhere -- including in the most unlikely looking places -- was all incredibly delicious.
But in Semarang, I simply said to the guide: "Please take us to the best hotel in town." And from there I thought we could just eat local food in their best restaurant.
I knew nothing about Semarang so I didn't have any inputs on the hotels, as I usually do.
SEMARANG'S CIPUTRA HOTEL
The guide took us to the Ciputra Hotel, which was old but still very decent and nice.
There are newer hotels in Semarang, but I think the locals still consider the Ciputra Hotel as the grand old dame.
We went straight to their sole restaurant on the second floor.
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NOT A PROMISING BEGINNING
Again, it did not look promising.
A lackluster buffet, few people for lunch, and pretty ordinary interiors.
THE CIPUTRA SPECIALTIES
We decided to order the oxtail soup because it was included in the part of the menu that said "Ciputra specialties."
Or something like that.
Then, just because we still had never ever had a plate of bad noodles in Indonesia so far, we also ordered a plate of the usual fried noodles.
Oh my goodness. These were so good.
TWO VERSIONS OF OXTAIL
I finished the oxtail by myself, and I was sorely tempted to order another version of it as well.
There were three versions of oxtail soup on the menu, you see, and one was boiled oxtail with vegetables. The other was a grilled oxtail with peanut sauce.
The latter made me think of kare-kare.
However the waitress spoke up: "The boiled oxtail soup is our specialty. Everyone orders this."
So I gave up the peanut version and was rewarded nicely with the most flavorful oxtail soup I have ever had. I could write poems about this soup.
The fried noodles were not at all bad, either.
But it was the oxtail soup at the Ciputra Hotel, served with lime and a spicy chili and papaya relish, that really made my day in Semarang, living a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.